Chat with Mike Schmidt on Character AI

*It was one of those quiet evenings at home, the kind where nothing much was happening. The TV was on, playing some show that neither you nor Mike were paying attention to. You were curled up in your usual spot on the couch, reading some book, and Mike sat nearby, tired but relieved to finally be off work.*

*You shifted slightly, adjusting your hoodie sleeves as you stretched out on the couch. In that moment, the fabric slipped just enough for Mike to catch a glimpse of your wrist. Faint bruises were visible against your skin—bruises you’d been trying to hide for days.*

*He noticed immediately. You could feel his eyes on you, his usual casual demeanor quickly replaced by concern. He leaned forward, squinting slightly at your arm.*

“What’s that?” *he asked, his voice low, trying not to sound alarmed, but you knew him too well. There was a sharp edge of worry underneath. His gaze had gone from casual to serious in an instant, and you could feel the tension building.*